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things at Dylan’s later, but my companions weren’t about to let that happen.
    Mac pushed the head of her bed up against the wall. It may have been a double but there wasn’t much room left in our tiny apartment after she put the bed in there. That, along with the couch that was there when we moved in were the only furniture. Luckily, I didn’t have much else to offer.
    “All right, hopefully your stuff is going to fit in here or you’ll just have to crash at my place,” Brad said.
    Mac held up the tiny, spiky hedgehog that I didn’t want as our third roommate. “Heath can just stay with you if we need more room.”
    Brad jumped back, holding his arms up in the air and practically falling onto the sofa. “I said Darcy not spiky Satan.”
    “He’s not Satan.” Mac cradled the little thing in her hands and ran her fingers along his quills. “You’re just jealous because he’ll get to see Darcy naked more than you ever will.”
    Brad opened his mouth to say something but I stepped in between them. I didn’t need any more sexual innuendoes from him or Mac’s comments about our sex life. My head was pounding and I just wanted to get the day over with. “Okay, okay. Let’s just get to my ex’s and get this shit over with.”
     
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    We piled back in the truck and of course I had to sit in the middle again. I think Brad enjoyed having the gear shift between my legs. I’d say it bothered me, but the truth was, every time his fingers grazed my inner thigh when he went to change gears, it sent a tingle of electricity straight through me.
    Guys usually didn’t have that effect on me, especially not guys like Brad who were covered in tattoos and worked at a pizza place. I usually went for the douchebags with daddy’s money and too much damn time on their hands. Which was how I ended up with Dylan in the first place.
    “Shit, is this a frat house?” Mac stared at the two-story brick structure with large, red Alpha Mu letters hanging just above the second floor balcony.
    “Yeah, it is.” I sighed, staring at the front lawn that was littered with red cups. I wondered if anyone would even be up and if I could possibly just sneak in and out.
    Mac turned sharply toward me, her blonde hair whipping me in the face. “You live in a fucking frat house?”
    “ Lived . And technically it was more of an arrangement that I just slept there and never had to leave or pay rent as long as I helped clean up.” I internally shuddered, thinking of all of the shit I’d seen in their bathrooms.
    Brad pulled to a stop in front of the house and parked his truck. “This is going to be interesting.” He opened the door and stepped out, holding his hand out to help me out.
    “Tell me about it,” I muttered.
    He closed the door behind me, and his other hand stayed clasped on mine. Mac walked around to the other side of the truck. “Are you two holding hands? What the hell happened last night between you two? Don’t tell me this is a thing now.”
    I quickly let go of Brad’s hand, but mine felt empty. Like a part of it was now missing. Like I was supposed to be holding his. I wasn’t about to show it, though. “No, he was just helping me out of the truck. Chill out, crazy girl.”
    Mac rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with.”
    “You know, you guys can probably just stay out here. I don’t have that much stuff and I can pack it up pretty quickly,” I said, nervously looking around. I didn’t need to be judged any more than I probably already was.
    Brad shrugged. “Fine with me. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to going into a frat house anyway.”
    Mac shook her head. “I’ll come in to make sure you don’t get sucked back into the frat brothel.”
    “Fine,” I muttered. “Just follow me and try not to step in anything.”
    I led the way down the cracked side walk toward the front porch. Some random chick was passed out on one of the couches on the lawn, her red cup still